A fellow Beachwalk Babe threatened
a spanking—okay more a light slap on the butt—for those of us who let the doubt
peck away at our souls (you know who you are missy :D). I mock, but she’s
absolutely right. Let’s just stop for a minute and think. You’ve written a
book. A whole, bleedin’ book. That, on its own, is an accomplishment. Give
yourself a huge pat on the back for getting this far, some never do. And even
more are still working on it.
Now consider this—and bear in
mind I still have these doubts myself—if your book wasn’t any good, would it
have sold? Would your CP have told you it rocked? Would your editor have given
it the time of day? More importantly, would you have written it in the first
place?
We all struggle with nerves,
especially knowing something you poured your heart into will be out in the open
for others to praise or criticise. I’m sure the nearer my release day gets, I’ll
morph into a sack of jangling kabooble. Yeah, I made that word up, but the point
is, why stress? There are other stories to pen, different avenues to help us
improve. I guess my point of today’s post is let’s not sweat the small stuff.
The most important thing is writing the best story you can and hoping others
will love it as much as you do.
P.S. (Just to make you all
jealous). When I pre-scheduled this post I was in dreary Scotland, digging out
my winter wardrobe as it seemed the sun has buggered off again. By the time you
all read this I’ll be sunning myself in Lanzarote, sipping a cocktail or two on
the beach, wondering why the hell I had doubts in the first place. Moral of the
story, the cure for nerves and self-doubt can be found in the bottom of a glass
of sex on the beach or some other
kinky concoction :o)
You go girl, I hope you got a spanking from someone hotter than me and for a much better purpose... ;)
ReplyDeleteGood advice about doubt. To hell with the d-word. Just celebrate
You go girl, I hope you got a spanking from someone hotter than me and for a much better purpose... ;)
ReplyDeleteGood advice about doubt. To hell with the d-word. Just celebrate